The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you Universal Your whole style sounds like a commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest the mic apparatus the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough to make my own top ten
You limited like the of traffic You my style off the radio So you speak you bet I hear the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve Gotcha, on your and knees it about time for some real emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I front, I fight say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace To say the least, with a history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop matter to me Does it matter to My crew If it does, you know the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, it like, yeah Let these bitch ass know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth send a message back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom fell out You even know how I told you I wasn't about you then But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right Even St. Louis like you